Luyện nghe bài hát A Storm of Swords

Yo, serious syllable wordplay, spray
a desert bird blaze, niggaz, where the curb lay
Turn plagen, shitty on a church day
Ya city my committee, tustle the dirt stay
Smoke the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers
Old head kids, have to run the numbers
shame niggaz in my crew can't bang
You the man, fame, my man frame, champagne
to the wig, Belle', vodka, hit my rib
Corona beers with a slice of lemon dig
On an mic, growl follows, space over night
Destroying your perimeter, players and
(High powers) lift through soul, through die shower
Resurrected your spirit, with for top dollars
My squad, holler the loudest, y'all childish
We grown here, spittin' raw street knowledge

[Chorus 2X: Planetary, Vinnie
Y'all touch us, cause we ain't fuckin' around
And y'all can't fuck us, or else we buckin' dem down

[Vinnie
This animal rap, cannibal rap that we
I hate all, law and hate jake
I hate everything that you stand for, fake
'cause bitin' the gods, a day late
I maintain, beef Islamly
my life calmly, like I was Gandhi
Fuckin' with Vinnie Paz, the one man
It take a shack and metal tank to me
Come on b, why you to build
Why you trynna get ya whole entire killed
I'm like a demon Amityville
I'm the motherfuckin' reason that you had any
With tight ill, crack ya head like when an egg
And put you in the figure-four
And make ya head bop, cause we the around
Vinnie Paz, with my man Stoupe holdin' me

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(Vinnie Paz)
Surrender and quit (or I'ma let the spit)
Tremendous equip (we buggin' off the sip)
The weaponry hit (we hit you the heavenly shit)
Only you live ('cause we at the end of the clip)
The split (young cats must be sick in the brain)
We hittin' the vain ('cause of y'all the same)
We shookin' the (and mounted all the chips in ya chain)
We to the game (ran and inflicted the pain)
The remain (and matter fact, we sonnin' y'all kids)
And that we snatchin' up ya son and ya wiz
(We robbin' the kids, and metal slugs in ya wigs)
We stuck in the crib (frozen with gut to the fridge)
We cuttin' ya ribs (Jed Mind y'all)
right from the far (we pointin' fuckin' rifles at y'all
You ain't icey at all, we the sheisty to brawl)
If sleep, Outerspace, slicin' ya jaw

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